Edwin Morris Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O me my pleasant rambles by the lakeA
My sweet wild fresh three quarters of a yearB
My one Oasis in the dust and drouthC
Of city life I was a sketcher thenD
See here my doing curves of mountain bridgeE
Boat island ruins of a castle builtF
When men knew how to build upon a rockG
With turrets lichen gilded like a rockG
And here new comers in an ancient holdH
New comers from the Mersey millionairesI
Here lived the Hills a Tudor chimnied bulkJ
Of mellow brickwork on an isle of bowersK
O me my pleasant rambles by the lakeA
With Edwin Morris and with Edward BullL
The curate he was fatter than his cureM
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But Edwin Morris he that knew the namesN
Long learned names of agaric moss and fernO
Who forged a thousand theories of the rocksP
Who taught me how to skate to row to swimQ
Who read me rhymes elaborately goodR
His own I call'd him Crichton for he seem'dS
All perfect finish'd to the finger nailT
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And once I ask'd him of his early lifeU
And his first passion and he answer'd meV
And well his words became him was he notW
A full cell'd honeycomb of eloquenceX
Stored from all flowers Poet like he spokeY
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'My love for Nature is as old as IZ
But thirty moons one honeymoon to thatA2
And three rich sennights more my love for herB2
My love for Nature and my love for herB2
Of different ages like twin sisters grewC2
Twin sisters differently beautifulD2
To some full music rose and sank the sunE2
And some full music seem'd to move and changeF2
With all the varied changes of the darkG2
And either twilight and the day betweenH2
For daily hope fulfill'd to rise againD
Revolving toward fulfilment made it sweetI2
To walk to sit to sleep to wake to breathe '-
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Or this or something like to this he spokeY
Then said the fat faced curate Edward BullL
'I take it God made the woman for the manJ2
And for the good and increase of the worldK2
A pretty face is well and this is wellL2
To have a dame indoors that trims us upM2
And keeps us tight but these unreal waysN2
Seem but the theme of writers and indeedO2
Worn threadbare Man is made of solid stuffP2
I say God made the woman for the manJ2
And for the good and increase of the world '-
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'Parson ' said I 'you pitch the pipe too lowQ2
But I have sudden touches and can runE2
My faith beyond my practice into hisR2
Tho' if in dancing after Letty HillS2
I do not hear the bells upon my capT2
I scarce hear other music yet say onU2
What should one give to light on such a dream '-
I ask'd him half sardonicallyV
'GiveP2
Give all thou art ' he answer'd and a lightV2
Of laughter dimpled in his swarthy cheekW2
'I would have hid her needle in my heartX2
To save her little finger from a scratchY2
No deeper than the skin my ears could hearZ2
Her lightest breaths her least remark was worthC
The experience of the wise I went and cameA3
Her voice fled always thro' the summer landB3
I spoke her name alone Thrice happy daysN2
The flower of each those moments when we metC3
The crown of all we met to part no more '-
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Were not his words delicious I a beastD3
To take them as I did but something jarr'dE3
Whether he spoke too largely that there seem'dS
A touch of something false some self conceitI2
Or over smoothness howsoe'er it wasF3
He scarcely hit my humour and I saidG3
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'Friend Edwin do not think yourself aloneH3
Of all men happy Shall not Love to meV
As in the Latin song I learnt at schoolI3
Sneeze out a full God bless you right and leftJ3
But you can talk yours is a kindly veinK3
I have I think Heaven knows as much withinL3
Have or should have but for a thought or twoC2
That like a purple beech among the greensM3
Looks out of place 'tis from no want in herB2
It is my shyness or my self distrustN3
Or something of a wayward modern mindO3
Dissecting passion Time will set me right '-
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So spoke I knowing not the things that wereB2
Then said the fat faced curate Edward BullL
'God made the woman for the use of manJ2
And for the good and increase of the world'O3
And I and Edwin laugh'd and now we pausedO3
About the windings of the marge to hearZ2
The soft wind blowing over meadowy holmsM3
And alders garden isles and now we leftO3
The clerk behind us I and he and ranJ2
By ripply shallows of the lisping lakeA
Delighted with the freshness and the soundO3
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But when the bracken rusted on their cragsM3
My suit had wither'd nipt to death by himQ
That was a God and is a lawyer's clerkP3
The rentroll Cupid of our rainy islesM3
'Tis true we met one hour I had no moreQ3
She sent a note the seal an Elle vous suitO3
The close 'Your Letty only yours' and thisM3
Thrice underscored The friendly mist of mornR3
Clung to the lake I boated over ranJ2
My craft aground and heard with beating heartO3
The Sweet Gale rustle round the shelving keelS3
And out I stept and up I crept she movedO3
Like Proserpine in Enna gathering flowersM3
Then low and sweet I whistled thrice and sheV
She turn'd we closed we kiss'd swore faith I breathedO3
In some new planet a silent cousin stoleT3
Upon us and departed 'Leave ' she criedO3
'O leave me ' 'Never dearest never hereZ2
I brave the worst ' and while we stood like foolsM3
Embracing all at once a score of pugsM3
And poodles yell'd within and out they cameA3
Trustees and Aunts and Uncles 'What with himQ
'Go' shrill'd the cotton spinning chorus 'him '-
I choked Again they shriek'd the burthen 'Him '-
Again with hands of wild rejection 'GoP3
Girl get you in ' She went and in one monthC
They wedded her to sixty thousand poundsM3
To lands in Kent and messuages in YorkP3
And slight Sir Robert with his watery smileU3
And educated whisker But for meV
They set an ancient creditor to workP3
It seems I broke a close with force and armsM3
There came a mystic token from the kingP3
To greet the sheriff needless courtesyV
I read and fled by night and flying turn'dO3
Her taper glimmer'd in the lake belowQ2
I turn'd once more close button'd to the stormV3
So left the place left Edwin nor have seenH2
Him since nor heard of her nor cared to hearZ2
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Nor cared to hear perhaps yet long agoQ2
I have pardon'd little Letty not indeedO3
It may be for her own dear sake but thisM3
She seems a part of those fresh days to meV
For in the dust and drouth of London lifeP2
She moves among my visions of the lakeP3
While the prime swallow dips his wing or thenD
While the gold lily blows and overheadO3
The light cloud smoulders on the summer cragP3

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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